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Post by lain on Aug 6, 2015 16:15:11 GMT -5
Lain watched with curiosity as a wave of different emotions seemed to come over the boy. Although he didn't say much, the subtle way the light in his eyes changed pointed to some intense kind of internal dialogue that Lain could only wonder the contents of. This kid thought— and he thought a lot.
In fact, the change in his tone of voice— from utterly delighted to somber and serious —caught Lain offguard and had her stifle a laugh behind her hand once again. He was just... so... funny. His straight-forward, literal-to-a-fault manner of speaking was... oh god. It was too much. And it seemed that at every turn, this kid reminded her of a certain son of hers who, at times, seemed less like a twenty-three year old and more like a... distressed chicken. Yes. A distressed chicken. Distressed because, really, when was Alex not distressed— and a chicken, because... reasons. Reasons that didn't entirely make sense, but it fit well enough in her head at least.
Perhaps it had something to do with eggs.
Damian's face lit up again to Lain's surprise, making her blink in confusion. What happened now? Another epiphany? Catching his second wind? Wait, oh. Oh. Oh my. He wanted to lay claim to all her blueberry danishes. It was hard to deny a face like that, but she did have a business to run. Thankfully, it seemed her linage of danishes would be spared at least for the morning hours.
"Well, as long as you pay, I can't stop you from buying as much as you want! I'll tell Xavier to make extras just for you, so you better stop by often."
Now he had to come back. Lain wouldn't waste her motherly wiles for nothing.
"And," she added, "I might throw in an extra danish or two, if you promise me you'll come see me again." |
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Post by taiga on Aug 6, 2015 17:16:20 GMT -5
He could pay. He could use up his entire allowance. He had a pretty big allowance, too--one of the many things he couldn't actually complain about in his life, to be honest. But man did it come with overbeating parents. That's okay though. He could live with that. Had lived with that, for fifteen years now, the exact same number of years Grey had lived too before Grey went ka-boom and skedaddled. Damian had a higher tolerance level than Grey. Especially since, at fifteen, he had no thoughts of true escape. Just, you know. For about an hour or so, with his GPS scrambler.
He grinned brilliantly at Miss Lain. She was being really nice to him. Once upon a time, a baker had freaked out when Damian had devoured his entire plate of specialty cookie samples in one sitting (just a regular Saturday afternoon...). Miss Lain just looked really, really amused. Damian liked amusing people, even if the humor itself was somewhat lost on him. If he was being completely honest, he wasn't actually certain if his insatiability came from being spliced with a bear. His mom said that he'd been an insatiable pit ever since he was round, small, and fat.
"Don't worry, I will," he said cheerfully. "I'll walk through lavastorms if that means I get to eat more of your danishes." His eyes went round; his free hand hit the table with a thunk. "Wait! You can't take that back now! If I come back tomorrow, and every day after, you'll give me an extra, right?"
Perfect. He'll give the free one to Grey! And if Grey didn't show up, then it would be Damian's again. And then he'll still have those five extras. So that meant six. Six blueberry danishes. Checking this place out had been his best idea ever.
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Post by lain on Aug 6, 2015 17:52:46 GMT -5
Wait. Whoa. Lain didn't mean he'd get a free one every day— but by the time she realized the loophole in her words, Damian already said you can't take that back— even had it legitimatized with gavel-like thunk on the table. Court adjourned; the judge has made his decision. Damnit, Dami was clever— now she'd have to confirm what she actually meant. And on top of that, he was working that charm on her again, smile and all. Maybe he'd caught on to how weak she was to kids.
"An extra danish every day?" Lain pursed her lips. "That's quite a lot if you think about it. Seven extra danishes a week... thirty extra a month... but if it's you, then I have to agree. On one condition."
It wasn't that she lacked danishes or anything, but hey, Laina could be clever too. She liked being clever. In fact, she made her entire side job a thing of being clever. Except right now, all she could do was use it to tease a kid who just tried to squeeze more pastries out of her... though. Maybe even the information from a stocky fifteen-year-old kid could come in handy. At the very least, it'd be awfully cute and pretty entertaining, no?
"You have to tell me one story every time you come. Think of it as a trade— I get a story, you get a danish. Does that sound fair to you?"
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Post by taiga on Aug 6, 2015 18:38:14 GMT -5
Seven danishes a week. Thirty a month. THREE HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE A YEAR
He was the KING of blueberry danishes. But wait. First he had to hear her out. He bid the little dancing jig in his head to stop, if only for a few seconds. "Deal!" he said, before really thinking about it, and then he sat back in his chair and thought about it. A story every day. It didn't sound bad. Though nothing really went on in Damian's life, except collecting cool-looking things off the streets, and checking out food stalls he'd never tried before... studying at home alone as his parents were off traveling between cities... making things accidentally go boom in his room... and the occasional run-in with Grey in the Lower Class. Grey was probably the most interesting thing that went on in his life, actually. Grey always had stories to tell.
But Damian couldn't talk about him, for obvious reasons.
Damian nodded. He'll work with it. It was worth an extra danish every day. Besides! Miss Lain just got herself another regular! A true regular. Who was gonna buy five danishes daily unless he was sick in bed or crashing so hard on sugar he was out of commission for a week. "Deal!" he said again, and swallowed the last of the cheese danish. "Though I don't do very interesting things, but I can make do. What do you like to hear about?"
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Post by lain on Aug 8, 2015 4:19:56 GMT -5
Lain took a moment to think. Or at least, she pretended to. What could this kid possibly tell her about aside from mundane things from his likely-quiet life? The latest gossip straight from his school lunch table? Or whatever other shenanigans the kid could've gotten into during the treacherous journey all the way to her café? What he had for dinner the night before, or even the last three consecutive nights in a row? Truthfully, if it came from Damian she was sure it'd be interesting, but she decided to play along for the sake of her own enjoyment, putting a finger to her lip as she tried her best to look thoughtful.
"Hm... well, how about we start with your family? I'm sure they must be very lucky parents if you're their kid," she said.
That seemed like a good start. Dami would satisfy today's story quota, and Lain could mentally file away some background info on the kid in case she needed it. Doubtful, of course, but Lain did make it a personal goal to get to know each and every one of her regulars— and she was quite known for it, too. People liked knowing that someone— a near stranger —cared enough to remember little details from their past conversations. Asking how someone's mom was doing went a long way in making good impressions— and for putting yourself on people's favor list. And boy, did Lain love being owed favors.
"What do your parents do for a living? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
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Post by taiga on Aug 8, 2015 10:25:32 GMT -5
Ew. His parents. He supposed adults liked asking people his age about these kinds of things, though. Maybe they usually got nice answers.
It wasn't like Damian hated his parents, per se, but there were only so many rules and cameras a teenager could handle before he went MIA, never to be heard of again. His brother had certainly made a good example of that. But even Grey hadn't been equipped with a GPS tracking device to ensure that Mom and Dad always knew where he was. Damian had always been the favorite child, even nine years ago when Damian had been six and Grey had been fifteen--and with 'favorite child' came overprotectiveness, excessive concern, and all parental hopes and dreams stuffed into Damian's small body.
Damian loved his parents. Really, he did. Just not always. And definitely not in regards to their treatment of Grey, who was dead in their eyes."I wouldn't say they're lucky," said Damian, pushing those thoughts aside for now in exchange for thoughtfulness as he wondered if he should continue eating or call it day. His stomach was stretching juuuuust a little by this point. "They want me to be good at a lot of things, but well, I'm not really good at anything." Ooh! A mini muffin! Surely he can fit one of those. "They're the CEO and vice-CEO of a company that specializes in prosthesis! I don't really see them around much, since they're always so busy, and they're always traveling to other cities, but they call me when they have time."He popped the muffin into his mouth, taking his time to chew. Yep. Okay. He was done. Full again, for the next hour or so! "I had a brother," he said slowly. "But he disappeared a long time ago. My parents lost touch with him."
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